A Host of Golden Daffodils

'I wandered lonely as a cloud,

when all at once I saw a crowd,

a host, of golden daffodils,

beside the lake, beneath the trees,

fluttering and dancing in the breeze.

By William Wordsworth

 

I like this poem, and the row of daffodils guarding the holly hedge in my garden reminded me ot 'the host of golden daffodils'.

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